" "Pshaw!" said Wild. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. I’ll protect you!” He cried. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. For fully five minutes he lay quite motionless. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force.
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